Apathy - Ain't Nuthin' Nice lyrics

[Apathy] Yo, This is Apathy of the Demigodz Comin for all you punk motherf**ers... It Ain't Nuthin Nice… Celph Titled I'm Undefeatable, Biggie would even say I'm unbelievable Plus quick to flip like Sport Utility Vehicles I crush years, so don't ever come near, Cause it was done from the beginning like Father MC's career A new title holder is here this year Ap's raps got more pussies open than pap smears The nicest emcee, you'll never dispute Cause I've been rappin since the tree on your Timb boots was roots I knock more boots than 40 deuce prostitutes but not for loot, only if she's hot and cute Try and co*k block my game it's complete violation Cause Apathy's got more hoes/hose than firestations I face off with imitators and take off Bring more flavor to the beef than steak sauce You think your phatter than Apathy, but you way off, You're soft, and you've done more weight loss than Kate Moss Chorus: repeat 4X Let me tell you about my only vice It has to do with rockin mics and it ain't nuthin nice [Apathy] Your sh**'s finito, I wrap up beef like a burrito Underground flow, down low, incognito The torpedo, that tore flows, that tore shows, through tore clothes, before blows, through torsos, It's Apathy, so large my physical ma** occupies multiple galaxies like god off calories I co*k back, rock raps for dickriders, My mic is something you should never pick up like hitchhikers Above average, y'all better practice Even weak emcee's consider you the wackest I heard your debut joint, your song ain't hot Its something that a crackhead would pawn for rock I got bombs, with glocks on lock to blow spots My flow clocks the speed of mach and won't stop You got a lot of hype, but I know you're a flop Nothin's really gonna happen, like when the ball drops You all stop, you all p**y clot, mushy as when a cookie drops in milk I pop like when rookie cops with glocks and felt nervous at first But the verses reverses, the guilt from the s**ers I k**ed I cop green, last and burn like hot steam Spit one rhyme and destroy the pop scene You cum too quick like a teen with hot dreams You wack, while I crack more heads than rock fiends Chorus [4x] [Apathy] I hold power like Imhotep controls magic Spin old jazz wax, and spit over static I want hip hop to come back and make cla**ics Nas should spit it like he did for Illmatic My raps add up, like numbers in mathmatics I got more tracks than arms of crack addicts My wax acts like an axe hackin up f*ggots Im fly, like the adult stage of maggots Apathy is the illest on mics its like a habit, Even ask Ed O.G. "I Got to Have It" ????????????????????????????, I bubble your mouth full, like South Pole jackets It's tragic, why you even mess with this rap sh** Nobody wants to f** with you like busted fat chicks Ya clips aint full, when you pull your gat clips Now how you gonna battle this, spittin that wack sh** Chorus [8x] Demigodz, Apathy, we on the cut, you know the deal my man Unknown on the ones and twos yall s**as can lose, there is no competition, y'all know how we do it aint nuthin nice